"An American story through and through. It has the American atmosphere, the American vitality, the American push. It deals with that great American institution, the rail way, not only with technical expertness, but in the form of a warm and pulsating human romance. The hero and heroine are typical American characters, and their love story has peculiar force and beauty." -- Rochester Democrat and Chronicle.
oon? A string of ten box cars stood there last night and when the wind shifted it blew the whole bunch off the track."
"Oh, do let us get away from here," urged Gertrude. "I feel as if something worse would happen if we stayed. I'm sorry we ever left McCloud yesterday."
The men came from their compartments and there was more talk of the storm. Clem and his helpers were starting breakfast in the dining-car and the doctor and Harrison wanted to walk down to see where the river had cut into the dike. Mrs. Whitney had not appeared and they asked the young ladies to go with them. Gertrude objected. A foggy haze hung over the valley.
"Come along," urged Harrison; "the air will give you an appetite."
After some remonstrating she put on her heavy coat, and carrying umbrellas the four started under the conductor's guidance across to the dike. They picked their steps along curving tracks, between material piles and through the débris of the night. On the dike they spent some time look
Frank Spearman's railroad stories move right along. Maybe not "timeless," per se, but action-packed and very well written.
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